The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

The next day rolled around. After her afternoon classes, Mirabella headed straight to the lab.

As soon as she stepped in, she spotted Zane sketching away on some draft paper. He waved her over. "Hey, Mirabella, could you take a look at this cell differentiation method the professor suggested? Something about it seems off."

Mirabella strolled over casually, and after a quick glance, she picked up a pencil and made a few adjustments on the paper. "Try swapping these two pairs around. It should work better that way."

Zane leaned in for a closer look and realized she was spot on. He glanced up with a smirk. "Nicely done! Looks like you've got a knack for cell differentiation."

Mirabella just blinked, caught off guard by the compliment.

Kason, who had been listening, chimed in, "That's not all. Our junior here is pretty sharp with genetic data too. She cracked a tough problem for Linden and me just yesterday."

Mirabella felt her cheeks warm up. "Just a lucky guess," she mumbled.

Zane arched an eyebrow but didn't press further. Checking his watch, he asked Kason, "By the way, where's Linden? Is he tied up today?"noveldrama

"He's helping a sophomore with some data analysis. Shouldn't take him long," Kason replied.

Zane nodded, satisfied with the answer. He tidied up his drafts and said, "I'm stepping out for a bit. Keep at it, and if you hit a snag, just drop a message in our group chat. Mr. Ben will be here soon, so you can ask him too."

With that, he gathered his things and left the room.

Mirabella took a moment to gather herself, then pulled up a chair and turned on her computer. Not long after, Linden arrived, and shortly after he settled in, Ben walked in.

Dressed in a sleek dark coat over a deep-colored shirt, Ben's sharp features carried a certain edge, different from the scholarly vibe he'd had when they first met.

Holding a stack of documents, Ben greeted everyone with a nod and got right down to business, diving into the topic of synthetic life.

Mirabella leaned back in her chair, resting an elbow on the armrest, twirling a pencil between her fingers. She listened closely to Ben's insights, quickly understanding why Zane had brought him in.

This guy knew his stuff.

Ben reviewed the work of the others for any issues before making his way over to Mirabella.

He carried a faint scent, nothing like cologne or perfume-more like the lingering smell of lab chemicals. It wasn't unpleasant, but it made Mirabella wrinkle her nose a bit.

She opened the first stage of her computational data and pushed the mouse over for Ben to take a look.

Unfazed by her reaction, Ben took the mouse and navigated through the program's code with ease. His eyebrows raised slightly as he examined her methods.

"Your approach is a bit unorthodox, isn't it?" he remarked after a moment.

Mirabella tapped her fingers on the armrest and replied, "I mixed in some X-ray arithmetic logic."

"Ah, that explains it." Ben's interest deepened as he scrolled through the data. Nearing the end, he suddenly asked, "You've got quite a knack for this. Have you been studying math on the side for fun?"